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The nightmares arrived like they always did, much like the best player in the opposition when you've heard rumors that he might be injured or sick-but there he is, warming up with the rest of them, ready to take the field.
Markus Zusak
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Markus Zusak
Age: 50
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
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